Chapter 703

I furrowed my brow as I stared at the heavyset man. "What do you mean by that?" The heavyset man gestured broadly across the vast fifth floor. "The rent here is tens of thousands of dollars a year, plus the cost of renovation, buying furniture and supplies—you're easily looking at over a hundred thousand dollars, right? "I was wondering which fool would spend so much to open a company in this building. Now, seeing the person in charge, it all makes sense. Turns out you're just a young, inexperienced young man…" His tone dripped with disdain, as if he didn't consider me worth his attention. "Where did you even crawl out from?" He was rude, and I had no reason to be courteous in return. "Let me introduce myself," he said, stamping his foot as he struck a cocky pose. "I'm Cedric Shepherd, the president of Crossfield Construction on the fourth floor." "Crossfield Construction?" I shook my head with a small laugh. "You're calling yourself a president with just two rented offices? Seem